All Aboard; or, Life on the LakeA Sequel to "The Boat Club", Oliver Optic [e reader books TXT] 📗
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"Form a line!" shouted Frank, and the boats backed out from their positions, and in a moment had obeyed the order.
"Ready—pull;" and the fleet moved slowly and grandly up the lake.
The boys were in high spirits. There was something inspiring in the operations of the squadron that would have moved a more steady mind than that of a boy of twelve. Every moment was a revelation of the power that dwelt in them, of the beauty of order, of the grace of harmonious action. As in the great world, a single intractable spirit might have produced a heap of confusion, and it was the purpose of the organization to bring each into harmony with the whole.
The fleet reached the mouth of the river. Tony had placed buoys on the dangerous rocks each side of the channel, so that the boats, by approaching it in the right direction, could easily pass through in safety.
The Dip had been provided with a large number of these buoys. They were pieces of board, part of them painted red, and part blue, with a line and weight attached to each. Near the dangerous rock or shoal one of these buoys was to be located, which would be kept in place by the weight. The coxswains had written instructions from the commodore to keep red ones on the starboard side, and blue on the port side, going up the river, and vice versa coming down.
The Zephyr took position near the rocks to see that every boat approached the channel in the right direction, as, if they did not, they would be sure to strike. By these extraordinary precautions, the fleet passed through in safety, and three stunning cheers announced that the passage had been effected.
"Here we are, Charley," said Frank, as the Zephyr pulled ahead of the other boats.
"All safe, thanks to the skill and prudence of our commodore," replied
Charles; and the reader will be struck with the modesty of his language.
"Where is Tony? I don't see him."
"Round the bend, I guess; but here are his buoys all along."
"Signal man, hoist the blue," continued the commodore; and the fleet followed in single line.
"Here's the bridge; I fancy Tony knows the soundings here," said
Charles.
"Ay, there is the rock on which Mr. Walker's chaise hung. It is almost out of water, now."
"Did you hear what Mr. Walker said when some one asked him why he did not sue the town?"
"No; what was it?"
"He said it was the luckiest day of his life when he pitched off the bridge."
"Indeed!"
"He has thought so much better of humanity since, and it introduced him to Tony Weston, whom he calls a hero in embryo."
"Mr. Walker is a nice man—a whole-souled man."
"That he is! How many men would have done for us what he did? And I, in particular, have reason to be grateful to him," said Charles, with a sigh. "I shall never forget him and your father, wherever my lot is cast."
"That is manly of you, Charley. But I am sure they have been abundantly rewarded by your devotion to duty since."
"I have tried to do right."
"You have done well; everybody says so."
"I cannot soon forget what a fool I was to believe Tim's wicked lies. I suppose I wanted to believe them, or I should not."
"It is a great pity we ever let Tim into the club; but we meant right; we meant to reform him. Where do you suppose he is now?"
"Somewhere near the Cape of Good Hope."
"My father thinks he has got enough of the sea by this time."
"I dare say. Didn't you ever feel a desire to go to sea, Frank?"
"No; not lately."
"Nor I; Tim Bunker lent me the Red Corsair of the Caribbean Sea, just before that scrape, and I thought then that I should like to take a voyage."
"My father will not let me read such books; and since he has told me what they are, and what their influence is, I don't want to read them."
"There's Tony, with the red flag hoisted."
The red flag had been agreed upon as the signal to stop the fleet, when the navigation was very hazardous, or impracticable.
"Cease—rowing!" said Charles.
Frank ordered his signal man to hoist the red in the flag boat.
"Can't we go any farther than this?" asked Charles.
"I don't know; we are not more than a mile above the bridge."
"Here comes the Dip."
"Well, Tony, what's the matter?" said the commodore, as the tender approached.
"I haven't found a clear channel yet. The bed of the river is covered with rocks," replied Tony, as the Dip came alongside the Zephyr.
"Then we must call this the head of navigation," added Frank, with a laugh, though he was not a little disappointed to find the cruise up so soon.
"Perhaps not; there is water enough, but the twelve-oar boats are so long they can hardly dodge the rocks. The Lily and the Dart can get through very well."
"Have you sounded clear across?"
"I haven't had time to examine very thoroughly yet. If you let the boats lay off I will look farther."
"Very well; I will go with you in the Dart," replied the commodore, as he ordered up a white and a blue flag, which was the signal for the Dart to close up.
The signal was obeyed, and Frank followed the Dip. After half an hour's search, a clear channel was found close to the land; so close that the oars could not be used, and a party was sent on shore to drag them through with ropes.
The line was formed again, and the squadron slowly followed the Dip as she examined the river. For the next mile there were no obstructions.
"Twelve o'clock!" shouted Fred Harper from the Bluebird.
"Dinner time, then," replied Frank. "Here is a beautiful grove, and we will land and dine. Hoist the orange"—the signal to land.
CHAPTER XX. THE HOSPITALITIES OF OAKLAWN.The boys all had remarkably good appetites, and therefore dinner was no unimportant event in the experience of the day. Somehow, boys contrive to be hungry at almost all times of the day, even without the stimulus of pulling three hours at an oar. There was something, too, in the circumstance of dining in a beautiful grove, on the bank of the river, with their boats floating near them, which rendered the occasion peculiarly pleasant—which made their cold meat, doughnuts, and apple pie taste much better than usual.
But the adventure was not yet completed. The head waters of navigation had not been reached, and their love of exploring did not permit them to spend any unnecessary time over the meal. Tony and his oarsmen had reported themselves at the grove, and after "bolting" their dinner, had resumed their occupation; and the boys perceived the Dip half a mile up the river before they were ready to start.
"All aboard!" said Frank; and the crews, hastily gathering up their tin pails, and their baskets, tumbled into the boats.
The Zephyr led off, followed by the other boats of the squadron.
"I see no buoys ahead," said Frank, after they had advanced some distance. "The navigation must be unobstructed."
"It looks like deep water," answered Charles.
"And Tony's crew are pulling very hard; they are going faster than we do."
"He is trying to gain time against he reaches a bad place. There he goes round the bend. Were you ever up here before, Frank?"
"I have been to Oaklawn, which is about four miles from Rippleton. Of course I never came up the river."
"Wouldn't it be fine if we could get up to Oaklawn?"
"Perhaps we can."
"This is smooth work," continued Frank. "Can't we give a little variety to the excursion?"
"What?"
"Hoist the yellow, signalman," replied the commodore. "We will pull a while in sections of two, and sing some songs."
Obedient to the signal, the boats of the fleet came into the order prescribed, and the boys waked up the hills and the woods with the earnestness of their song. It was a beautiful and cheering sight to see them gliding over the clear waters, while their voices mingled with those of the songsters which nature had given to the hillside and the forest. Their hearts were glad, and in beautiful unison with the scene around them.
"Rapids!" exclaimed Frank, when the boat reached the bend. "Up with the blue!"
"Steady!" added Charles. "Pull slowly."
"Tony has been very busy," continued Frank, pointing to the buoys, that speckled the waters. I am afraid the cruise is about up."
"Tony has passed the rapids. You know steamboats go down the rapids on the St. Lawrence River."
"Ah, there is Oaklawn," said Frank, pointing to the spire of a church in the distance. "We cannot go much farther, I know."
"We have made nearly four miles."
What the commodore had styled "rapids" were not a very formidable difficulty. Near one bank was a ledge of rocks, over which the waters dashed with considerable energy; but though there was the same descent on the other side, no obstruction appeared to check them from attempting the passage. Tony had accomplished it, and had left no warning to deter them.
"Shall we go through, Frank?"
"Ay; bend on sharp, and she will leap up like a fawn. Now for it!"
The Zephyrs applied all their strength to the oars, and the boat darted up the rapids with no other detriment than taking in two or three pailfuls of water.
The rest of the fleet followed, with the exception of the Lily, without accident; and she, not having sufficient headway, was carried down again. By the skill of her coxswain, however, she was saved from damage, and her second attempt was successful.
The navigation was again tolerably safe, and for half a mile they proceeded on their way without interruption.
"There's a bridge," said Charles, pointing ahead.
"And there is the Dip, with the red hoisted. Tony seems to have given it up. He has made fast to the bridge."
On the shore was a crowd of men and boys, who were holding a parley with the pilot of the expedition; but when they saw the squadron approaching they seemed petrified with astonishment. The boys thrust their hands deep in their trousers' pockets, and with mouths wide open stared in speechless wonder. The arrival of Columbus on the shores of the new world could not have been more astounding to the natives than was the coming of the Wood Lake squadron to the boys of Oaklawn.
"Sheer off, Charley, to the port side of the river, and we will come into line. The river is wide enough here, I believe. Up with the green!"
On dashed the boats in the rear till they came into the line. The river widened into a kind of pond; but the line stretched clear across it—making a very imposing appearance.
"Slowly; cease—rowing!" continued Frank. "Ready—up!" and the sixty-eight oars of the fleet glittered in the sunshine before the astonished Oaklawners, who were gathered in great numbers on the shore and bridge.
"Well, Tony, the cruise is up," said Frank, when the Dip came into line.
"Yes," replied the pilot, pointing under the bridge, where the river dashed its foaming waters down a long reach of half-exposed rocks. "We can't get over those."
"No; and we may as well land and take a look at Oaklawn. Hoist the orange. Ready—down!"
Each boat landed its crew at a convenient place, and they were then marshaled into a procession. They were formed in sections of four, each crew preceded by its coxswain, with one of the flags on each side of him. The commodore marched at the head of the company, and in this order they proceeded through the principal street of the village. Of course their appearance excited a great deal of wonder, and not a little admiration. Several of the principal citizens, unwilling that their guests should depart unwelcomed, got up an impromptu reception, and the clubs were invited to the Town Hall, where some very pretty speeches were made by the chairman of the Selectmen, of the School Committee, the representative to the General Court, and other distinguished individuals; to whom the commodore replied with a great deal of dignity and self-possession.
While the speeches were proceeding, the ladies were not
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